THE HEAT 1

The sound of the buttons clattering to the ground adds to the sounds of our moaning and breathing. He pulls me to him after throwing the shirt to the ground, leaving him in a birth suit like I am.


He pulls away from the kiss, allowing us some time to recover from the shortness of breath, our hands caressing our backs. I wrap a leg around his waist, positioning his cock at my soaked entrance.

"You are so ready that you even wet the sheets?" He smirks while holding my face in a position to look into my flaming eyes with his right arm under my chin. His other hand grabs my butt belligerently and claws his fingers into my sensitive, round butt.

"Yes, Damian. And I am dying to feel you slide this cock inside of me," I plead between heavy breathing. "Please take me now."


Sex with this guy will kill me, ooh! He is turning into an insatiable, horny bitch!

"Ooh!" I moan out loud when thrust in at once savagely, surprising my desperate clitter and walls.


"Like that?" He asks, his stern, lusty gaze weakening mine, making it difficult for me to stare at him. "You close your eyes, Ellie; I pull my cock out," he warns in a formidable tone, causing my eyelids to flicker open as I bore back into him.

His cock is caged between my walls in a tight possessive hug, while my leg around his waist presses him hard against me, and my hands hug his neck vehemently, pleading with him not to pull out. Actually, it was more like daring him.

He smirks as I brush my erect nipples against his chest.

"Your cock will not let you do that, baby, or are you going to deny that? I can feel it twitching inside me, worshipping my sweet accommodation," I tease, and his smirk widens while his eyes darken.

What is the depth of this darkness in them? I can't desire it, making me wonder how much his desire for me goes.

"No, baby. I won't deny, just like you also cannot deny that this wet pussycat of ours will not let you rest if I don't do this."

"Ooh!"

Damn! I didn't see that coming!

"Ooh. Ooh!"

I start moaning as he begins thrusting in fast and furious, his eyes studying mine.

He has the same firm hold on me as I do, but my eyes aren't as strong as his. I forgot his warning a minute ago not to close them. How can I look at him with all the pleasure burning me up? I shut them as he amps up the tempo, hitting me in the absolute right corners and making me moan compulsively.

Seconds pass, turning into minutes of pleasure. A moment that I don't want to end. With each passing second, he hikes the tempo, doubling the pleasure as his tool satifactorily pumps in and out of me.

With each thrust he makes, I shudder in his arms more, and my legs start to destabilize. Just like he is, I am panting profusely as I lose myself in the ecstasy, and I can feel the bile from my stomach leaking out.

"Ahh...ooh... More, Damian! Fuck me, hard baby." I summon the beast, and my moan becomes hysterical as the speed doubles with roughness, drawing us both to the edge.

"Fuck! Come for me, Ellie!" He groans.

"Ooh, I am... I am..."

He didn't even have to beg. With a few more thrusts, I release and collapse in his arms, my leg plunging from his waist on its own. I have no energy left in me. Thankfully, he is strong enough for both of us.

He stops, but he doesn't pull out. Instead, he sweeps me off the ground, making my legs envelope his waist, and I find my hip moving back and forth to meet him halfway as he begs to thrust again.

I open my eyes to find him grinning at me. I'm enjoying how easily I'm pounding on him while his arms are steering me while firmly holding onto my buttocks.

"Why? Am I not doing it right?" I ask.

Well, I've never tasted this crazy style of his.

"I wouldn't be smiling if you weren't doing it right," he answers, his grin broadening.

When that smirk is blended with the lust in his eyes, it gives him the look of an alluring sex god that no one would resist. No one! Not even me!

I blush, biting my lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping. Jeez! I can fuck him the whole day like this: slow, hard, long, and sweet. I love the slamming sound as I pound on him. My head falls back on its own, jerking my chest to him, and I bet he is smiling, making my blush widen.

"Ooh. Ooh..aah."

Huh! Me, moans, and Cummings. Ghosh!

I thought I wasn't pressuring us any bit since I have never done this, but why do I feel that bile is starting its way out again? I clench my walls more tightly around his cock, proud that my thrusts are not worthless.

"There baby! Ride it hard!" He fuels my desire.

"Ooh... Oooh!" I enter yet another uncontrollable moaning crisis as I grind and pound on his cock roughly, slamming on him with all the energy of the desires in me.

"Yeah, baby! More! Come on! Give me more!" He encourages, and at this point, I give up moaning and embark on howling and screaming his name as he picks up the pace and helps in thrusting too, meeting me halfway.

Everything stops. Not even the world is doing its usual rotation. The only thing happening is this: our glorious movements as we slam against each other, our heavy breathing and moaning as we surrender our all to each other.

"Damian, baby..." I moan as the juice of my cum leaves my belly.

"Ooh, fuck! Yes, baby." He responds with the same tone.

"Ooh...love...hun... Hun...Oooh! Aah! Aaahhh! Ooh, love!" Everything stops as we both cum together, and I pull my head up to him.

I peel my eyes and gawk at him. I'm screwed!